Favorite of the Day: Christian Cota

In the midst of all of the beautiful neutrals, one needs a splash of colorful prints.

Christian Cota provides the solution.


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Favorite of the Day: Chris Benz

This morning I set out on a bit of internet research to find out if and where Chris Benz is sold in Massachusetts. I was not exactly surprised when that answer was nowhere. Not because the clothes aren't beautiful but because the youthful, fun vibe that emanates from his clothing isn't really a New England thing.

But it should be.


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Favorite of the Day: Victoria Beckham

I thought my days of taking style cues from a Spice Girl were long gone.

Victoria Beckham has proven me wrong.


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Favorite of the Day: Helmut Lang

Black is boring. Black is slimming. Black is classic. Black is the new Black.

These are statements heard again and again in reference to that color. And yes, all black can be boring. But so can all purple or all yellow or all teal if done incorrectly. A solid block of color rarely looks exciting on anyone. It's the mixing and matching of fabrics, the embroidery and textures, that give that color life. When a female celebrity wears black to an event, you can guarantee that one of the main critiques will be It would be so pretty if only the camera could pick up all the detailing. Yes, on camera the differences often fade away, but most of us do not live our lives on camera. We live it in front of others who can appreciate the subtlety of such an outfit if they take the time.

At Helmut Lang, layering was as present as it was in the Missoni pre-Fall collection that I loved so much. But this time it featured the color that we all love to love and love to hate.

And the prints for those so inclined.


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Favorite of the Day: Cynthia Steffe

At the end of New York fashion week last season, I stated that the 90s would be back. And they are.

But at Cynthia Steffe, it was a world populated by Cher Horowitzes as opposed to Kurt Cobains.


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Favorite of the Day: Lyn Devon

Fashion Month began in earnest yesterday and with that beginning comes the return of my Favorite of the Day series.

I have a penchant for any collection that features only sweet flats.


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Back Issues: T, The New York Times Style Magazine, Spring 2008

Most of the magazines I find in random places throughout my mother's house are from several years ago. Since I could only transport a few back with me, issues from my time in New York are rare. So it was with some shock that I stumbled upon my Spring 2008 copy of T: The New York Times Style Magazine.


Mere weeks out from the Bear Stearns collapse and a spring and summer away from the eventual crumbling of large pieces of our economic system, there is something of the abandon of the earlier part of that first decade of this new century all over the magazine. In the clothes featured. In the lavish ads. Many, from Vera Wang to Bottega Veneta to Weatherproof, featured a second page with only the name of the brand. No product. Just letters floating in empty space. Elephants appeared prominently in both a Hermès ad with Lakshmi Menon and a fashion spread with Jessica Stam. Models leapt in Malandrino. Ralph Lauren commanded a four page spread at the front of the book. A short story shared the price per pound of a group of six dresses. The Roberto Cavalli, a mere wisp of a thing at 3.25 ounces, tipped the proverbial scale at $20,554 per pound. There was little talk of frugality, a topic that one will now find in every issue of every magazine.

But for all of its symbolism, this issue was saved only by my forgetfulness. I either bought the paper especially for this magazine while home on a trip or brought it along for New York to Boston bus reading before forgetting to place it in my bag before my return. To be honest, I probably wouldn't have kept it. Somewhat flimsier and less weighty than its counterparts, T's often lost their covers and with that found themselves out with the recycling.

Despite the fragility of the cover, upon rereading I found the weight one usually finds in the physicality of the magazine transferred to the writing. It supplied an element I often find lacking in its counterparts. Cathy Horyn took an in depth look at the inner workings of Comme des Garçons. Daphne Merkin compared heels that you wear and heels that you date without making me instantly think of the frivolity embodied by one Carrie Bradshaw.

Unlike the other issues in this series, where the reason for their rescue resulted from a long ago emotional reaction to images, this one was saved because of its words and its history.


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